Mama Jalter Novels & Stories

she continued. Miss Mata stands fiercely, ready to fight. Angrily stared at the dark tornado. “She is a Kala witch. Jheval, a soul thief and an eye eater. I cannot defeat her, she took my eyes before that’s how I died a century ago.” She says and Mike placed Helena’s puppies into their basket. “So, how old are you this year?” Rasmiah says which made Miss Mata groans and rolls her brown eyes.

My mother could drug minds. Who was Mother?

Keisha At the tender age of eighteen, Mama's life took a tumultuous turn when she found herself facing the daunting reality of pregnancy. It wasn't the joyous anticipation of motherhood that most young women experience; instead, it was the result of a horrifying assault by someone she trusted. Mama's dark past, marked by trauma and adversity, became the crucible in which her strength was forged.

Dakota runs to us when he pulls away, and Jordan lifts her so we can share a family hug. I look at my dad sitting next to Santino, and they both have tears streaming down their cheeks. When they see me, I'm sure they still see my mother. If two of the biggest mafia bosses can become civil to each other because of a woman they both loved, it just shows you the power of a woman makes the world go round. ________________ Twelve Years Later Dakota's P.O.V.

Nate shouted as he slammed his hand on the desk. Mr Davidson sighed. " You got your mum's anger but do listen to me it's time my heir produces a grandchild. All I want to say is do not give up on making another child with your baby mama because of one major set back" " Do you understand me now" Mr Davidson said with a raised eye brow. " I do Pops and I will try my best, and I do promise not to disappoint you and that's is a given" Nate reassured his paranoid father.

"What would I do without you, Mia? Honestly, thanks for coming over to watch the kids at such short notice." I smiled, a wane one. "You know I'd do anything for you and for them." She sat up tiredly. "Okay, what's wrong?" I looked at her in confusion. "What are you talking about?" "Usually, my appreciation of your services will unleash funny Mia... not this melancholic shell of a person." I laughed, groaning slightly. "Oh, God, no. Mama is the one with the multiple personalities... please don't try to insinuate that I have those too."

“Good morning, ma.” “Good morning.” Marsha replied. She took some steps and stood in front of Anna, who fixed her eyes on her laptop screen and was pressing the keyboard non-stop. “Hey!” Marsha raised her voice. She looked around and discharged a deep breath to control herself. She lowered her voice and call. “Anna, are you blind?”

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

"Why would I go for her? And stop calling her that, Joaquin. Stop calling her 'Mama.'" ​"She’s been in our house for seven years–" ​"I don't care if she’s been there for seventy!" I hissed as the anger I’d been suppressing all night finally boiled over. I stepped toward him, my eyes stinging with a sudden, hot grief that I usually kept locked behind iron doors. "Our Mama died on a wet highway in a mangled heap of metal. Our Mama is buried in a plot of land that smells like rain. That woman is just the person Papa hired to fill the empty side of his bed. She is not our mother, and I will not pretend for the sake of an Alvarez PR stunt!"

Eight pairs of eyes stared at Kayla as she returned with bags of groceries. “Did Mama stab someone?” Adam asked, his voice small. “No,” Kayla said firmly. “Your mom is not a killer.” “Then why is she in jail?” Zane pressed. Kayla hesitated. Lily’s eyes filled with tears. “Mama’s not bad.” “She’s not,” Jay added. “Mama is kind. She always hugs us even when she’s tired.” “She sings when she’s doing dishes,” Sophie sniffed. “She kissed my cut yesterday,” Adam mumbled.